J.I.D ‘DiCaprio 2′ Album: 20 of the Best Lyrics
In a rap landscape that's as vast as an ocean, J. Cole landed a big fish by adding Atlanta rapper J.I.D. to his Dreamville Records roster. The lyricist has established himself as one of hip-hop's more promising prospects. After garnering rave reviews from his debut studio album, The Never Story, J.I.D. looks to build upon that progress with DiCaprio 2, the latest release from the 2018 XXL Freshman that looks to stamp him as a lyrical force to be reckoned with.
While The Never Story was largely self-contained with minimal features, DiCaprio2 finds J.I.D utilizing his growing Rolodex and collaborating with 6lack, A$AP Ferg, BJ The Chicago Kid, Ella Mai, J. Cole, Joey Bada$$ and Method Man. Production on the project includes tracks from Christo, Cole, Elite, Nice Rec, Hollywood JB, WondaGurl, Kenny Beats, Skhye Hutch, Ron Gilmore, ChaseTheMoney and Mac Miller, who earns a credit posthumously for his work on "Skrawberries." Running 13 tracks long, with a bonus cut tacked on the end, DiCaprio2 is another rhyming clinic from J.I.D.
"I'm just gon' every time put my best foot forward," J.I.D said after his 2018 XXL Freshman cypher, alongside Ski Mask The Slump God. Keen fans might notice that some bars from that cypher pop up on in the third verse of DiCaprio 2's "Westbrook," while lines from the last verse of "Slick Talk" also appear in his solo Freshman freestyle.
With J.I.D's latest long player getting props from the likes of Jimmy Fallon and the rap community as a whole, XXL sifts through DiCaprio 2 to highlight the best lyrics on the album.
"In my city, who's with me? I’m in my own lane, Jack/Nigga said, 'J.I.D so flame, I propane rap'/I’m from East Atlanta like Gucci and Travis Porter/But my story is similar to the hare and the tortoise/Pen so sharp told stories you thought I forged it/Back in the fourth grade, never read Curious Jorge/My nigga Corey kept a little 40 inside his North Face/Left a nigga with no face and beat the court case" —J.I.D
"Fuck what a nigga say or, look, my mama think I made it/Lift my head to skies, I cry and begin prayer/Thanks to the maker, got me out of an awful place/My nigga gone for 17 years like a cicada/More than a motivator for me to get off my anus/And kick ass like I'm Danny Mainus" —J.I.D
"Knock it out the park as I bing from the back/But we get the ring, then I be the king sittin' satin/Persian rugs so fly, no Aladdin/Serving drugs, I got the pen and a pad/Serving drugs, I give her dick when she mad/But she know that I rap, I ain’t got time for the Madness/She know that I’m capping, finna snap on these rap niggas/And they react, you get the rat from the ratchet" —J.I.D
"Picture a nigga steppin' into the game that's already lit/Just add a little coal to flame it/Lame niggas, I gotta put it in layman's terms?/I'm finna murder you niggas, you better spread the word/I bled words 'till my head would hurt/The first to say, it hurts to say, I said it first/Live life like a baby that was dead at birth/But came alive and fucked the nurses" —J.I.D
"D.I.Y/T.I.Y/I'ma try/I'ma die for what I believe in/We like to feast and I try to eat, edible meat/I am not an animal, a beast/Riding with the hammer on the seat/Shotgun, shotgun, hand on my heat/Bad man, bad man, land of my freedom/Nigga get life, let the White folks be/Online beef, not my motif/.45 me, ta-ta, go sleep" —J.I.D
"I squeeze this, they be pickin' up the top/Styles, Sheek, Kiss, yeah, I'm pickin' all the locks/Pickin' on a nigga way bigger, then I got/Bigger than the nigga that was Kindergarten Cop/Terminator shit, I'm a robot/With the chrome .45 that most don't got/One false move, get your moto shot/Turn a nigga whip to a photo op" —J. Cole
"'Til the grass don't grow and the wind don't blow/And the po-po don't kill niggas no more/I bought a 30 round extendo/If a nigga wanna duck, then I'm playing Duck Hunt/In real life, not on Nintendo/Looking out the window like Malcolm X with the rifle/Climb the steps up the Eiffel" —J. Cole
"Oh God, no, where are my friends?/Lord forgive me, yeah, I need to repent/Mind blurred, need to lay off the drugs/Yeah God, they ain't prayin' enough/Niggas dyin', we ain't sayin' enough/Cops fire, stockpiling rottweiler/Tell my little niggas lay off the stuff/Ronald Reagan, I can't thank him enough/Nah, I'm playin', nigga racist as fuck" —J.I.D
"I was blowin' gas like the Honey Badger/J.I.D, bitch, the money snatcher/C'est la vie, shit I'm coming after everybody, don't get the bloody splatter/I'm fly and I got my niggas fly too, shit is like buddy passes/I wanna cry cause I'm numb inside, if you wonder why, ask, 'What's the matter?'" —J.I.D
"Really specific, you paid attention, panoramic/You got the vision like a fer-de-lance/You attack and you kill it, sinkin' your teeth with the venom/Kinda like me with these instrumentals/Or the pen and the pencil or off the temple/Pimpin' since been pimpin', keep it sensible/Since you winning, you a object of ridicule/Objects appearing closer than you ready for" —J.I.D
"My girl booty soft and it's shaped like a skrawberry/Her pussy bald with a tat like Stephon Marbury/Carry all my dirt to the grave, I'm the pallbearer/Bury all of my sins, staring out of the Benz/Gone off weed, gone off Hen', gone with the wind/Gone with the pretty long hair is with the fairest skin/Yelling in her face, and she repeat like a parrot and/Apparently she gone keep yelling at me, I'ma never win" —J.I.D
"I mean shawty had relations that we never could speak about/You get mad, I'm mad, we sleep it out/And then she had a man who used to beat her so she told me she wanted out/Got a couple abortions, now that pussy's a haunted house/Now her heart cold, Antartica, Siberia/Had it planned out, curriculum, criteria" —J.I.D
"Light a booger up, wedgie in the butt, yep, we pulling up/My cup runneth over, theirs ain't full enough/They bad but that ain't good enough/They mad 'cause they ain't half of what I'm cookin' up/Taraji out in line, giving cookies up/Plug in my supply, need a jumper cable, why,
gon' hook me up/The devil is a lie, who won't shush me up" —Method Man
"Eenie miney moe, I pick a flow and set sail/J.I.D and Joey, they say we the best out/They studying the methods, tell them, 'Pass the sesh now'/I'm a walking legend walking with my chest out/Please babe don't you push me 'cause I'm off the indo/My silence got 'em politicin' with them hedged outs/You hooked up on my findings, I'm hooked on this chemdawg/I smoke on the regular, you smokin' that Reginald" —Joey Bada$$
"Post robberies, another dead nigga no problem/You happy 'cause we doin' your job/I'm pulling everybody's whole card/I never play with little boy toys/I was busy inside of laboratories/Lookin' out the window like a labrador/To the bullshit I'm a matador/In the pulpit like God's son, not a daddy's boy" —J.I.D
"Just other day I was broke as a bitch/Walking to work in the hot sun, so-soaking it in/I never been a dope man, but I'm the dopest of man/Buying some smoke from the dude with the dope/Throw five, four point five, so on, so forth/I'm tryna get my fucking goals, not Goyard/Paying for the lawyers, get my bros out the courtyard/Cause I got the ear for the flows, not Mozart, but damn a nigga go hard" —J.I.D
"In doubt of my next move, get a pill, bite down, find focus/I grab pen, it was poetry in motion/Not the same for many folks, different strokes/Colloquialism, idiot vision, y'all seen I was doing the most/Definite dope, it's on the scene, not in need of a vote/Repping the city, what's ya team, nigga? Fuck 'em" —J.I.D
"I can be, whatever I want to be/Bet not a bitch or a nigga stand in front of me/I got the devil in the pockets of my Dungarees/Taking a dump on anything that standing under me/I can be a dream, yeah, or I can be a nightmare/Born on Halloween night, it seems like a light year/Double my Sprite, hey my guy, do you got a light? Yeah/Squash stampede, plenty lion and many bison" —J.I.D
"They tryna snatch this motherfucking rug from under me/But never stumble, young man rumble, the sensei/The J.I.D babe, Mutombo, the brass ensemble/Cop an eighth and spend the last on paper and funds/So at Thanksgiving I'm your drunk-ass uncle/On the corner, that junky that mumble/The little nigga that climbed the hair of Rapunzel" —J.I.D
"How the fuck did anyone assume the God/The Son, the Son of God, the runnin' from the money/Bleed the blood just like the money, it's not Jumanji/I'm the doom that damned the dungeon/I'm the spoon that fed the hungry/Stand for something, fall for nothing, all or nothing/Y'all niggas balling, huh?/Just to find out that shit is all for nothing" —J.I.D